When you say friends Tell me what you meant by friends Is it those people you go running… When you think you’ve got a proble… Or those ones social media classed…
I call you Art Beautiful, interesting Expressive, talented And yet so delicate.
They are roaring And ready To go but My shoe Laces are still
Life is a maze and death Is the way out.
poetry in my bones, just a little plenty in my bones, it burns and burns even when i try cleanse away creativity in my bones, i have love for other things;
They are not bragging Or that many I could easily fish them out For now.
I can play Different roles But there have To be no rules Or tears because
I write Like every Words will Be a hit in Someone’s heart.
Love in a film, The boy meets the girl in a party Or in a school or the girl runs in… In a runway, with a slight awkward… They both connect instantly and li…
Have you thougt Beyond your world Where feelings Are mystery, Where there is no love
Nothing is worth writing About until something Is worth reading a…
Let me not seek before my faith is… When the buds are trimmed for love… Not for unusual traits or heart wr… And not for solidarity to beg or r… Some debt; which my heart will dec…
Friends needs loyalty to stay Pain need time to fade Love need heart to claim Life need us to grow Money need trust to gain
Most of them Lives here But as a Visitor I Lecture them
Art of loving is a complicated Ar… it must not be too Abundant or too… and Moderation is an hard option t…